My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 118 Chapter 118: War Signal

【Shop - Tipsy Bikini】

The flow of people in the shopping mall is very huge, and it is busier than I thought, and the proportion of people carrying dangerous implants is increasing.

Limb and facial modifications are also more radical.

John takes the escalator down the corridor.

Facing him was a rocker with six eyes. The female companion next to him had half of his head shaved, with luminous tattoos on his scalp. The nails embedded in their faces could fill a pistol magazine.

The other person seemed to recognize John, waved his arm, and used his body sense to wake up the prosthetic eye photo-taking program.

[Scanning detected, image saving failed. 】

John installed an external lens jammer so that ordinary cameras would not be able to retain his own image.

He looked down the elevator.

Gilead was passing by with several members of the Black Gold Gang, looking murderous as if he was about to twist someone's head off.

John happened to miss him on the high ground, but unexpectedly their eyes met.

Gilead's frown instantly raised, and he raised his hand to signal, as if he was surprised that he was still alive.

John looked up and smiled in response.

At this time, the elevator in which the rock-and-roll candid camera man was riding went down smoothly, right between Gilead and John.

The rock man was a little frustrated when he failed to take secret photos.

He thought John was mocking him, and while showing disdain in his eyes, he also raised his middle finger.

Where did the sand sculpture come from?

John didn't even bother to talk to him.

boom.

The rock man was kicked down as soon as he got off the elevator.

The muscular Black Gold Gang members surrounded him in the middle.

"What's wrong with you? MAN."

Gileade was covered in tendons and had doubtful eyes. He bent over and propped himself on his knees to look at the little kid from a very close distance.

John was in no mood to pay attention to what was happening below.

He walked into the Tipsy Bikini Bar and could clearly feel that the number of customers and service staff had increased.

The overhead lights are fully on.

The light blue halo provides a hint of reverie.

There are professional waiters behind the bar, and the hot girls walking between the tables and chairs are all in great shape. The red bar chairs and dark brown tables and chairs are surrounded by customers who can't leave.

Business is so good.

John thought to himself as he continued to go in, and then saw Angelica talking to Macao at the bar.

"Then ask him what he thinks."

"Ah, he just arrived."

Angelica caught a glimpse of John and immediately raised her hand. The raised loose hydrophobic coat slid to the side, revealing shoulders with tattoos, as well as snow-white skin and transparent shoulder straps.

"Can I hire you for a boxing match?"

She chose to get straight to the point.

Macao shrugged his shoulders and motioned for them to talk among themselves.

[Series Mission Arena: Thugs]

[Reward: reward, melee chip [random]]

A task prompt popped up in front of John's eyes.

Macao patted him on the shoulder and said to wait outside. After thinking about it, he went out to say hello.

Although Angelica's tone was urgent, her face was always cold.

The business in the bar was booming, but I didn't see how happy she was. Instead, she was a little tired and bored.

"If you think you earn too much money, you can consider transferring it to me. Poor people can hardly afford to eat."

John leaned against the bar.

The waiter pushed over two cold and clear glasses, and a few strings of foam were rising from the slightly yellow wine.

Angelica slightly raised her long legs and firmly covered half of the red leather high stool. Her long hair hung down from the hood, blocking the light from the wine cabinet.

If no one reminds me, it will be difficult for new customers to think that this is the boss in a tipsy bikini.

Instead, she looks like a rebellious girl who ran away from home.

The bar seemed a bit noisy.

At the nearest table was a team of mercenaries playing cards, wearing bulletproof vests and leather jackets with large graffiti.

The one with crossed legs saw Angelica's face clearly, and immediately encouraged several companions to stand up and get closer.

"Wow~ You look so beautiful."

"Come have a drink with us."

……

John sighed and said in an impatient tone.

"Can you please go away for a little bit? We have serious business to discuss."

"Yes."

Angelica found things interesting, tilted her head, and deliberately raised her crystal clear lips.

"I want to tell him a story, which is not convenient for people to listen to. Can you give me some private space?"

The mercenaries made strange noises.

Several regular customers around the bar stood up and walked around.

Angelica, however, waved her hand and pretended to lift her hair, actually implying that the situation was under control and no additional help was needed.

There were several people standing behind John.

The slightly flickering lights in the bar were blocked, making the already dark corner even darker.

"How about I buy you something nice to drink and clear a table?"

The mercenary leader was greeting John. When he saw that he didn't move, a hard kinetic energy revolver immediately pressed against his back.

John frowned instantly and looked at Angelica.

A big head with a pink beard thrust in, deliberately blocking John's view, and whistled at Angelica instead.

She pursed her lips into a playful smile.

"Don't break anything, and preferably don't bleed."

Pinkbeard showed a loving and affectionate look. "Don't worry, my baby, no one will be hurt..."

Click.

Well.

There were various strange noises coming from behind him, and it seemed that some kind of suppressed whimpering was abruptly interrupted.

Pinkbeard suddenly realized that the chick was not reminding him.

His teasing expression instantly collapsed, he reached for his gun belt and turned around as quickly as possible...

The weapon had just been drawn.

A huge shadow fell in front of him.

John broke the nose bones of others and threw the shark coin pointed at him over his shoulder at Pinkbeard.

The gray afterimage is barely visible in the bar.

John seemed to teleport on the spot, and the strong men around him fell down in a staggered manner.

He stepped forward and kicked the revolver away, then aimed two kicks at the head.

Pinkbeard lost consciousness.

Several male waiters emerged from the bar and dragged the "drunk" customers to the promenade in the public area.

Mr. Vito specially set up a "decantation area".

There are two iron stools for easy cleaning, water pipes connected to the wall, grooves for vomiting, and vending machines that provide various basic medicines and supplies.

"Why are so many unruly people pouring into the mall?" John finally realized the price of prosperity.

Angelica shook her head with a wry smile and said that the number of gang members patrolling the streets has been reduced by 30%, and will be reduced by 50% next month, so that more efforts can be concentrated on high-profit jobs.

"The night before yesterday, gangs and Japanese people had a fight on Berg Avenue. At least thirty people died. The scene was full of bullet casings and bloodstains. It is said that there will be various revenge actions in the future."

Angelica's eyes were not focused.

She ran her hand over the glass.

Mr. Vito began to take over some dangerous businesses, including cigarette and alcohol smuggling and contraband transportation, and the shopping malls under his hands will gradually be transferred to Gudian to take care of them.

"This is the tyrant you are talking about. Doesn't he understand business?"

"No, I understand it very well. The efficiency and results are very impressive."

Angelica shook her head.

Gudian used various means to attract a large number of people, making the West District interface more lively than ever before. It also relaxed supervision and no longer protected the service industry and shop owners.

"Rents are rising, taxes and hidden exploitation are increasing. Earning 20% more will make you several times more tired than before."

She sighed.

"This is just the beginning. Rather than running the business, everyone is actually more worried about starting a war with the Xiaoding Gang."

The population of Eden City has grown tremendously in the past two years.

The areas controlled by gangs no longer meet the current scale, and in the cracks between the big forces, there are still some small and unpopular groups. With the serious friction between the Xiaoding Gang and the Black Gold Gang, their living environment is getting worse and worse.

"There's going to be chaos in the city."

Angelica said. "If the streets become something I hate, I will consider selling out the shop and travel around the world as planned."

"Wow, who would take advantage of this?"

John wanted to play a trick, but he saw the fatigue and seriousness in Angelica's eyes, so he stopped talking about the topic.

"If you leave, I will have one less friend in the city. Anyway, I don't want you to leave."

"Still considering."

"Well, let's not talk about it then. Why did you call me here today? I can't be packing your luggage for you... I just talked about boxing. Who do you want me to fight with? Tell me your name."

"Do you dare to mess with the bones?"

"Ah, there's nothing to be afraid of. The last time we met, he used Si'an Westan to scare me."

John shrugged.

He doesn't like to be forced or threatened, so his first impression of Gu Bing is very bad.

Angelica stressed to John.

If Mr. Vito really takes a back seat to manage the illegal business, the position of street talker will have to rotate, and the Black Gold Gang will have to obey the command of Guzhe.

"You really dare to offend him?"

"You want me to beat him up?"

"Ah, that's not the case."

Angelica waved her hand.

One of the biggest sources of funds for the Black Gold Gang is boxing matches. Regardless of whether they are illegal or legal, the most profitable venues are basically within the control of the gang.

In addition to training star boxers, they also have to support some popular internal challengers.

Mr. Vito is a "traditionalist."

His marketing ideas are always centered on honor and hope. Dramas of bottom-level comebacks and crushing company dogs often occur. He advocates that all people can step into the ring to realize their dreams.

Gudian believes that this marketing idea is tired.

He was inspired by the last time the Russians lost control, and began to search for all kinds of boxers with bad records, and deleted most of the rules and various safeguards.

Use extreme violence and gore as a gimmick.

Countless fanatics have emerged in boxing arenas of all sizes, all fighting passionately regardless of the risks to themselves and their opponents. The mortality rate has soared to the extreme in recent low-odds events.

But the trend has picked up.

They began to push some bullies, using a violent way to seduce the curiosity of gamblers and spectators. Later, the "stars" who could only be active in illegal events also walked into the brightly lit Borago Club.

"Those shark coins you see are all part of the negative impact, and what I want you to kill is the perverted scumbag who made it through the qualifying rounds last week."

[Bolago Club-Underground Boxing Gym]

John read the boxer information forwarded by Angelica, swiped through the biometric information and walked into the dim passage.

Sure enough, there were more unfamiliar faces in the corridor.

They are vicious and full of violent arrests. Some of them are even famous "cleaners" for other gangs. The criminal files listed on the scanner alone are ridiculously long.

John walked through the waiting aisle and reached the soles of the auditorium.

The two security guards, holding fully equipped saw rifles, glanced at John calmly, spat in the area where crossing the line was prohibited, and then turned to stare at the gamblers who were trying to climb over the fence.

Boxing fighters are required to confiscate their weapons and use special procedures to lock ejection knives and cyanwestans on their arms.

From the waiters to the security guards, everything has changed.

"The bones are affecting the streets. It's much harder to get a boxer qualification now than when you took the exam... Almost every unlucky guy who wants to try will die."

Macao tried to talk John out of it.

If Mr. Vito leaves his position as the talker, no one will pay him the salary to train boxers, let alone take care of matters related to boxing matches for John.

But John accepted Angelica's commission.

Macao brought him into the scene anyway.

The target is called Oberstein.

He stood in the iron cage with a gold Satan's belt around his waist, something that only the winner of the weekly rankings could have.

According to the new competition system launched by Gu Zhuan.

Oberstein must accept various challenges here before landing in a larger arena, and even has to score a certain number of points. In fact, this is to seduce gamblers to continue betting.

Regardless of whether he is defeated or not, he can gain a lot of attention.

The power grid sizzles.

John noticed that the voltage of this thing was much higher than last time, and there were various sticky objects on it, which seemed to be a part of his body left by some unlucky boxer.

The ground was even stained with blood.

In addition to gamblers, most of the spectators are perverts who enjoy violence.

There is a smaller iron fence on the player channel next to the iron cage.

There was a naked girl inside, with unkempt hair, curled up and enduring the gazes of the audience.

"That one is Oberstein's prey."

Macao crossed his arms and frowned.

The reason why Angelica entrusted John to work was very simple. The girl in the cage in front of her was actually one of her shop assistants.

There was a guy she liked, a young boxer.

Oberstein was keen on snatching and humiliating other people's spouses. After inquiring about the relevant information, he violently crushed the young man's jaw and abducted the girl.

He will display different "prey" in almost every exhibition match to arouse the emotions of the audience and challengers, which seems to stimulate this perverted excitement point.

Unbearable shouts and curses erupted around the venue.

The power grid sizzles.

Smoke and stench spread.

A body was dragged into the corridor wrapped in white cloth.

John frowned and reached out to pull off the cloth, causing the people next to him to curse.

"Hey, have some respect for the dead."

John didn't even look at the miserable corpse. He just walked towards the boxing ring and muttered something in a low voice.

Macao heard it.

Dead people don't matter at all, only living people care.

John dropped the white cloth and coat on the small cage.

The girl inside trembled.

She gasped and raised her head slightly, and saw someone kicking open the fence and walking into the electrified octagonal cage.